Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Eggs. How is cracking eggs emblematic of a poem.

One word? Enjambment.
Two words: Delicious enjambment.

As in eggs, poems should have a practical yet fragile exterior and a nutritious inside.
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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 26, 2012 at 10:01 AM

    ML/3

    In the dark without the rain
    My friend and I did walk
    She did not put her hand in mine
    She did not want to talk

    My friend and I did walk
    The musty ruins of the town
    We saw the boats and empty bins
    We threw our silver down

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